Um. I think this was supposed to go to you. And I didn't need to know this much about 'Dad's' sex life. Please don't let me know how it went. Like, ever. Forwarded message then plays.
"I cannot tell you how delighted I am that you are leaving town, and I hope to HELL I never see you and your fake-blond head again. Got it? Get staked, Spike."
"I know this might be a long shot, but ye wouldn't happen t'have any manner o' video recordin' equipment, would ye? Thar be sex goin' on in the TARDIS that I be havin' a journalistic requirement t' tell everyone about."
Crowley's Fault! [Meant for Paige]conathonJanuary 6 2006, 21:21:29 UTC
The phone pops and crackles as he continues his message, "..I'm going to run my fingers through your beautiful hair," his southern twang drawls a bit, "God, you're amazing. I just want to wrap you up in my arms all night, make you the happiest girl in the universe..." the phone cuts off.
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